7:45 am

My head is still pounding and my stomach is still growling. I just drank the second and final bottle of that nasty CLENPIQ.

Yep, it still tastes like stinky feet.

I barely slept because of my headache and being terrified I would fall into some low blood 🩸 sugar coma. I’ve been shaky for many hours. So, I’m going to try to return to slumber for about an hour. Oh, I found out why I slept so late yesterday; I accidentally set my alarm for 1:00 am.

Between now and 10:40 am I have to drink at least three 8 ounce cups of clear fluid. I can’t have anything beyond that time, which is two hours before the colonoscopy.

10:20 am

I’m having a cup of hot chicken broth. I will probably follow that with a cup of white grape juice and then that’s all I can have till it’s procedure is done.

My roommate is taking me to the office in Orlando where the doctor will do the colonoscopy. It’s not past downtown-not as far as I thought.

I’m scared there’s something scary in there.

11:36 am

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT?

11:40 am

Supposedly, they are dealing with the issue. I again repeated that the procedure was happening TODAY and I wasn’t putting myself through this crap again and had no money to get another prescription.

I also added, “I’m already putting bad publicity out there on Facebook and my blogsite!” I am so fucking pissed.

12:08 pm

Now they are telling me I owe $192 fir the procedure plus $68 for the doctor. I told them I have $100 and was not expecting to pay anything except my usual co-pay. I am so fucking pissed. I told them it’s still happening.

12:47 pm

I guess I’m in. The intake nurse was nice as was the anesthesiologist. But, I’m still pissed and telling my primary and calling my insurance company.

3:59 pm

It’s done. We’re at IHOP in Casselberry. Rose is diabetic and I’m hypoglycemic; we are both STARVING and ready to eat the upholstery on the booth benches.

We got decaf. I asked for lots of cream or, the cow.

It turned out the, “back of the house,” staff at the surgery center was a huge contrast to the receptionists. Still, my primary is gonna hear about it.

Dr. Giday, the gastroenterologist, found four polyps. I think the nurse said two were kind of large so, I got clips inside me. Yay. Supposedly, they get pooped out.

I have to go see the doctor in, I think, two weeks. He’s going to tell me what the biopsies say. Yay! Still don’t know if I’m ok. I hate this.

5:26 pm

We are back home. I’m exhausted. Dr. Giday cleared me to work tomorrow but, I’m not supposed to lift things heavier than ten pounds. Clearly, he never worked in a grocery store.

Scratch the four polyps. Looks like there were just two and paperwork said they, “appeared to be benign.” However, I was told something to the effect that they, “…have to look at them.” I’m unsure; I was stoned. I have a file of paperwork. I’m not feeling so good. I’m glad I brought half my omelette home. I didn’t want to overdo it.